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Myrika is by Aly!
Though they were a meadow's distance away when Cahal had become alarmed, the cat, too, seemed to be on edge. As soon as he saw them, however, he settled into the grass and seemed entirely indifferent to their presence. The hybrid grinned to herself and was preparing to urge Cahal to give the feline a wide berth when it spoke, startling her. Though his nonchalance had reminded her of Morcant, the half-wild stable cat, his speech was utterly unlike anything Morcant had ever done.
Oh! Both ears were pricked upward, and her bright turquoise eyes peered toward him curiously. A talking cat, she said, realizing this might be a frequently uttered phrase to the feline, and therefore irritating, the moment the words were out of her mouth. She raised a hand and clasped it over her muzzle, both ears flicked downward in an expression of apology. I'm sorry, that was rude. You must get that a lot. Perhaps as often as Myrika had gotten taunts about her ears -- she knew something about hearing the same tired, insulting sentiment over and over.
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